fruity flesh and seed.

TUESDAY 21st AUGUST

Departure date tmoro. Cant believe this is all coming to an end.

As I cant take the guitar on the plane, I spent the morning finding cardboard and getting it in the post. The woman at the post office looked at me as if I was mental and refused to give insurance, which worries me somewhat. Still, its done now. There was no other way.

Alex gave me a massage with gun oil. It helped my shoulder a lot.

Why do all the nudists on the beach have shaved genitals? I must look so strange to them, straight out of the 70s. But I m pleased with four months of razorfree travelling.

The new book I found is good, in a violent, gangstery kind of way, but I doubt it will last me to London, I ve already read nearly 300 pages. I had to move room in the hostel again last night – in fact someone had already moved my stuff from my old bed and I nearly had a heart attack when I went into the room and all my gear was gone – but the new room is way nicer, my bed is beside the balcony and the fan – I lucked out because everywhere else is just too hot –

Isnt it amazing, the visual effectthe water makes as it sinks through the sand?

Freckles = sprinkles
But, although I m yearning for more tattoos and piercings, I could never get my eyelids tattooed like O.

At the train station there is a fly thrashing around in its death agonies in front of me, and I have no salt to revive him.

Thinking about: East Wall, Dead End, Dublin Docklands, Beanie with a meat cleaver to my throat because I ve just called him a rat and the boys are just sitting on their beds watching. But only a fucking idiot calls the cops after sinking a litre of vodka, with drugs in the house. Calls the cops about an illegal 60 year old South African man who he drunkenly thinks has cheated him at a darts game. Like its important.

Last sunset in Portugal. I feel like I should go for dinner but I m not hungry. The boat from the Ilha was early and I didnt see the sun set behind the boats like last night.

Nelo sent a nice text and I said that I was sorry things didnt work out between us, that I needed more patience and possibly a psychiatrist. It was a semi-joke.

When I opened my eyes on the beach this evening around 6pm there were naked women all around me. I felt very happy and comfortable, like I had been transported to Lesbos. Right, Sappho?

Pomegranates. Supposed the most nutricious fruit you can eat. Is that why it was a holy symbol used in religious icons (Madonna of the Pomegranates. the Infant with a pomegranate in his hand) or his fist, mushed, pulped, little grains of fruity flesh and seed, sounds seductive, overly ambiguous, but its just a mouthful –